Hit That Bitch Oh Go(Go, Go) Go Stupid(Go, Go, Go) Go Dumb(Go, Go, Go) Go Stupid(Go, Go) Gotta Hit That Bitch Oh Go Hit That Bitch Oh Go Hit That Bitch
Oh Go(Go, Go) Go Stupid(Go, Go, Go) Go Dumb(Go, Go, Go) Go Stupid(Go, Go) Gotta Hit That Bitch Oh Go Hit That Bitch Oh Go Hit That Bitch Oh Go Hit That
playas, throw your roley's in the air All my hoes, go on shake your darrier (if you's a real nigga, and you's a down broad Somebody say, oh yeah) [Chris
Awww... yea... oh no no no no oh no yea... yea... I'm tired of it baby... you know lemme say it [Verse 1:] Fuss and fight till the early morn Then you
the grass is just the same On the other side of the tracks, oh no ["A" LATIN BREAK] Ooh when you smile it's like a holiday Ooh pack your bags and we
m rushing to wait for jumbo Oh where am I now You spend half your life in transit But that's just the way God plans it Pack a shirt and some fresh pajamas
Frankston and old Jimmy's black hard pack we're taking over your park better go there after dark when we walk up to the park better grab your dog, pack
Nigerians Say na me be one wey dey make plan Say I go create a scenery where better go plenty Make we dey give chance Instead to dey pack the money go
['Pac talking] Big Syke, Newt, Hank Beugard, Big Sur (yeah) Y'all know how this shit go (y'know) {All Eyez On Me} Motherfuckin O.G. Roll up in
to the pen Remember that little, bird, he snitched and told a, friend It's trouble on my mind, I'm with the old timers And fuck five-oh, blaow blaow..
the bastard in plastic I smoke blunts on the regular fuck when it counts Tryin to make a million dollars out a quarter ounce Gettin ghost on the five-oh
Chorus] Oh My Oh My Oh My I Think Them Bitches Hatin On Me Oh My Oh My Oh My I Think Them Niggas Hatin On Me Excuse Me Sir, Can I Have My Swagga Back?
let me tell you what I was. Can't go back baby! We've evolved! We were once dead in our trespasses, now we're alive to God baby! Oh!
you on cage man? [beat starts] [Intro: {DJ Whoo Kid}] Yeah! G-Unit man! 50Cent man! What? Uh-huh! Yeah! Yo! {Whooooo! Whoooooo! } [Verse:] When the street lights go
a have it man she powder her nose And you can see she was a freak I suppose She in the telly she use all three holes Man you know me I just go with the
Sell that pack, sell that gat, sell that pussy, holla back! 50 cent, too legit, man I'm bent, I'm outta here! [Chorus] I got places to go, got people
Baby... Its 50... Im Fellin To Move To Atlanta Man... Pack My Bags... Take My Solders Wit Me... You Know Ima Feel Like Hip Hop Is Seen Down Dere... Oh
